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Macklemore & Ryan Lewis - Can't hould us Ft. Ray Dalton (Sub español)

Hip Hop at Rap

Taon2020

Tagal4m

Panoorin Ngayon

7.3

Si te gustó la traducción, dale like y suscríbete a mi canal🤗❤ LYRICS: [Intro: Macklemore] Hey, hey, hey Good to see you Come on, dude, let's go Yeah! Let's go! Ha-ha-ha-ha alright Alright, okay Alright, okay Alright, okay [Verse 1: Macklemore] Return of the Mack Get 'em, what it is, what it does, what it is, what it isn't Looking for a better way to get up outta bed Instead of getting on the Internet And checking on who hit me, get up Thrift shop, pimp-strut walkin' Little bit of humble, little bit of cautious Somewhere between like Rocky and Cosby Sweater game, nope nope, y'all can't copy, yeah Bad, moonwalking, this here is our party My posse's been on Broadway, and we did it our way Grown music, I shed my skin and put my bones Into everything I record to it and yet I'm on Let that stage light go and shine on down Got that Bob Barker suit game and Plinko in my style Money, stay on my craft and stick around for those pounds But I do that to pass the torch and put on for my town Trust me on my I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T shit, hustlin' Chasing dreams since I was fourteen With the four-track, bussin' Halfway cross that city with the back (back) pack (pack), fat (fat) cat (cat), crushin' Labels out here, now they can't tell me nothin' (Hey, hey, hey) We give that to the people, spread it across the country (Hey, hey, hey, oh) Labels out here, now they can't tell me nothin' (Hey, hey, hey) We give it to the people, spread it across the country (Hey, hey, hey, oh) [Chorus: Ray Dalton] Can we go back This is the moment Tonight is the night, we'll fight 'til it's over So we put our hands up Like the ceiling can't hold us Like the ceiling can't hold us Can we go back This is the moment Tonight is the night, we'll fight 'til it's over So we put our hands up Like the ceiling can't hold us Like the ceiling can't hold us [Verse 2: Macklemore] Now, can I kick it Thank you Yeah, I'm so damn grateful I grew up really wanting gold fronts But that’s what you get when Wu-Tang raised you Y'all can't stop me Go hard lik